Maturity doesn’t come with age. Age
Is only a badge of mortality.
Time fosters fields of wisdom’s grace, uncaged,
With amorous embrace, eternally.

When I close my eyes, I don’t weep tears heat,
I weep heart’s tears, into myself, to disclaim
Responsibility. Soon, I will meet
My fears; humanity partly my blame.

When I close my eyes, I seek longevity,
Procure my sanity, and reach for dreams.
Irresponsibility soon will be
Peered within, to protect; no more screams

Will wail immutability’s domain.
When I close my eyes, I see new realm’s reign.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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